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Anyway, I didnt’ write yesterday because I was busy contemplating my clutter. I’ve too much! Of course a lot of it is work related stuff that I just can’t get rid of. Oh-one day to have a studio where I can have a designated place for everything and not have to move three things to get to one.
I am going to start focusing my efforts on one area at a time and to be thorough and heartless about getting rid of stuff. Next week I’m targeting my coat closet. If you don’t hear from me after next Sunday assume the avalanche got me.
This morning started off rather uneventfully. Then around 11:30 I hear this woman screaming. My complex is set up so sound ricochets off the buildings and you can never quite tell where it’s coming from. Well, at first she wasn’t yelling very loud - and sometimes you can’t tell if people are just really loud or if they’re fighting. So I go outside to my patio. Still can’t tell where the sound is coming from until someone walks by and looks at their door. The woman is really going at it now. I can hear the guy but he sounds calm - like he’s trying to placate her. You could kind of tell she was totally off the handle cuz the things she was saying weren’t making logical sense. “You think you’re God, don’t you? Yeah, you do! I’m not yelling! Fine, you want to leave? Pack your &^#* and go then! I’m not stupid. Do you think I’m stupid?” This was all in one paragraph.
So anyway, it goes on for about 15 minutes and then she starts getting REALLY loud. I yell out my window that I’m calling the police - for God’s sake! This ain’t the ghetto! You wanna have a fight - shut your windows and your doors please!
Long story short: About 20 minutes after I call, the police (3 of ‘em) show up and take her off in handcuffs. They went inside and talked to them for a good long time before they led her away. But here’s the thing. Okay, she was yelling and screaming, totally mad-dogging it, yet when they led her off she was calm and had this stupid smile on her face. Is that jacked or what? I’d be totally pissed if I got arrested mainly because I would have to waste my hard-earned money on getting my sorry, angry behind out of jail.
After my bout with red dye allergy I just went to bed. I have this theory that if you feel bad for whatever reason, you won’t feel bad when you’re sleeping. Don’t know if that’s really true or not, but it seems to work for me. Anyway, this morning I took an extra-long shower and scrubbed and exfoliated and super conditioned. I feel like I’ve lost 10 pounds…. Hmmmm. Maybe if I kept on exfoliating? 
Wednesday night one of my friends’ lost her father. It wasn’t a surprise as he had recently been diagnosed with a very virulent incurable brain tumor, but still it was kind of “unfair”. I mean there are thousands of dads out there who don’t care about their kids, haven’t taken the time to share their lives….why couldn’t we have one less of them? Here was a good father who loved his wife and his kids… yeah, I know - it’s just the way I feel sometimes.
Just a quick shoutout to [b]meadow[/b] - thanks for your concern - no more red dye for me! 